Wow! God has been gracious to us. Your prayers (see previous post) were answered quickly! Tim just received a call from the owner of a gas station about a mile away. His briefcase, MINUS the computer sadly, was found dumped there! We are so thankful that all our personal papers are (supposedly) still there. THANK for the prayers. It's barely nine in the morning, and I'm ready for a nap (with the doors locked! with my purse under my pillow! with my dog....oh never mind.)
This is for all the harried, stressed, TIRED moms (or dads) out there this busy Monday before Christmas....take my advice. Stop what you are doing (well, after you are done reading this of course....)
Stop what you are going to do NEXT before you do it, before you start in on that laundry mountain, before you begin the frenzied list of errands that is clearly going to stretch into next Thursday, before you lose your mind in this Christ-mas season.
Go somewhere private. This CAN be done in front of others, but if it's your first time or you're really stressed or not particularly "out there," it's best to be alone.
Stand with your feet shoulder width apart.
Raise your hands up to the heavens. You can do the straight up style or the menorrah style, but get those hands up.
Focus on the God who loves you,
who gives us this season to remember His Gift of His Son
who came to bring us forgiveness and mercy through His birth in a manger and His death on a cross.
Then, feel your own emptiness and tiredness and sing this simple children's song.
(Although not a traditional Christmas song, it is a traditional "week before Christmas song" for me!)
Give me oil in my lamp; keep me burning. Give me oil in my lamp I pray. (Hallelulia) Give me oil in my lamp; keep me burning. Keep me burning 'til the break of day. (now praise:) Sing Hosanna, Sing Hosanna, Sing Hosanna to the King of Kings Sing Hosanna, Sing Hosanna Sing Hosanna to the King.
Repeat as needed. Your lamp and the whole holiday are empty without Him. Admit that and everything falls into perspective.
I just did this, and it has made all the difference.
My face is so dry. I've been using lotion but what are all these crinkles and flakes? It's never been THIS dry before. Is the house dry? Wait! Did I ever turn on the humidifier this Fall in the basement? No! I'm sure I didn't...I just turned the furnace on upstairs and I never went down. Well! THAT explains the crepe paper skin on my face! It's not that I'm old. Whew! So....I suppose I should go down to the furnace room and turn that humidifier on....No! I can't! If I go to the furnace room, I'll walk by the cat litter box, and if I walk by the cat litter box, I will most surely SEE that the cat litter box is full to overflowing. Then I will be morally obliged to change it and it's SO DISGUSTING! THINK. Is there any way I can get by it without NOTICING???...no...I have to step over it to get to the humidifier switch. Ya know, maybe I could just live with the crypt-keeper skin. Yes! I could buy a hydrating mask or something! But then I'd break out; I know I'd break out. (Sigh) Dry skin....or cat litter....dry skin....cat litter. Maybe I'll have a cup of coffee and chocolate and think about it awhile.
It's getting worse. Lily ab-so-lutely REFUSED to go out the door this morning with gloves that didn't match. Now mind you....I'm not talking about one glove on one hand not matching the glove on the other hand....I'm talking about the matching pair of gloves being BLACK and NOT matching her PINK hat, scarf, coat, snow pants and boots. I decided to be tough. "Lily, you are JUST going to have to wear the black gloves today...we'll find some pink ones later." The bus was coming in one minute. "NOOOooooooooo Mom! Wait...I have another pair somewhere!" At this point she dumped out her backpack and sure enough there was a pair of little pink stretchy gloves....not very warm BUT the requisite color. After checking to make sure I wasn't secretly being filmed by "Toddlers and Tiaras," I caved in and let her wear the lightweight pink ones....it's 10 degrees out...but she knows how to stick her hands in her pockets...
Dear World, is there a desensitizing therapy for this? Should I force her to wear unmatching clothes? Would she survive?